True to what I guessed, I got bad muscle cramps after the extreme workout and I actually almost died.
However though I still wasn't on a murdering attitude yet.
Although, there are people contacting me.

Yes. People. Not just one, there's a bunch.
Its scary and ridiculously alarming, just to imagine how many people I were to kill.
The life that we humans live are full of selfish and dirty games.
Dirty games where people would do anything to win.
People would kill to win and I am who they look for.

I am supposed to be out on my killing but I told them that I was not free today to kill.
Yes, I may make it sound like it's easy.
Like killing is just a simple action to do.
Just swing my club, hit his body, make sure he's dead and then write on his chest.
Simple.
But the things that comes with it need strong willpower, although I'm very lacking in those.
For the same reason, I still am affected by the last kill's event.

You know what I usually do to make up for what I've sinned?
I make good deeds.
I go around my apartment block and socialize and go help out where I could.
People who lives here are usually the aged, single parents and it's heart-warming to know their story and aid them wherever I could.
So I decide now, to roam around.
Maybe I should go see Mason downstairs, it's been a while.

I put on some presentable clothes.
A t-shirt and a three-quarter pants, my hair in a neat ponytail.

" Khun? "

I knocked the door and Nichkhun came and invite me in less than a smile later.
He offered me a drink which I politely accepted.
I asked him for Mason and I was warmly greeted by the little man.

"MINJI-NOONA!"

He ran for me and I picked him up.
I complimented that he grew taller and looks much more attractive to which he just smiles confidently.

He's such a good-looking kid. How I wish I had a kid like him. So well-behaved and pretty.
While all these happening, Nichkhun was looking at his son, all smiles.

Nichkhun is my age.
He became a father at a young age of 18.
Unlike most guys, he was very responsible and in love with the mother of his child.
He was with Mason's mom for years and they has a child out of wedlock and both their parents disowned them.
They made it through together though.
Nichkhun worked hours for his girlfriend and baby.
But it was sad that she had to pass away right after giving birth to Mason. 

Nichkhun is a strong man and I look up for him at that.
He manages to keep living for his son whom he really loves and he's really an inspiration.
For people like me, Nichkhun is a role model of what men should be but to other people, Nichkhun is just a letdown to have a son at such young age. 
In fact, most people here are really the most willpowered and encouraging bunch. 

"Yah, it's so long since you've been here, what's up with you?"

Nichkhun asked me and I smiled.

"The norms, work and all. How are you?"

Just like that, I forgot about what a monster I could be.
When I talk to normal people I feel normal.
I feel like I am not wrong, that I am like anyone else.
But honestly, I am nothing but a disgusting bloodcurdling killer.
I waved Mason goodbye and promises to visit them soon.

Thankfully, the visit made me feel better until I bumped into a wall.
Which I think is a person.
Because wall don't move by themselves.